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Monday, September 12, 2016

We Drink From Bottle's

Is whatever's clever
whatever's dumb
i want some. How come.
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When whatever's neat
really street
how incomplete. Tastes like meat.
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If whatever shuts
those shut the F#cks Up's
we drink from bottles. Drunk from cups.
sEaN nOrTh
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A B Faniki 01 September 2019
An intresting piece. Thanks for sharing
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